About a week ago, my friends and I decided to go to Santa Monica because there was an event called “Glow” happening there. Little did we know that this event was pretty large scale; large scale enough for several streets to be closed off for it. A trip that usually takes 20 minutes on the #1, ended up to a one hour trip on the #2 that led us to a shuttle, that then dropped us off somewhere close to 3rd Street Promenade. That station was pretty sketch by the way… Broken windows, hobos, a rehab center across the street; it was quite interesting.
When we finally got there, we chowed down on some Umami Burger before heading to the pier. There seemed to be so many cool art pieces around, but the lines for everything was long as fuck! I don’t know about the others, but I was pretty disappointed by this point because I expected the event to be a lot cooler. Thankfully, things went uphill from there.
My buddy Jeffrey randomly decided to stick his longboard in the sand and balance his shoes on it because he was “too lazy to carry them”. For some reason, the rest of us (5 others) felt inclined to do the same. Somehow, we managed to successfully stack 6 pairs of shoes on top of a longboard stuck straight into the sands of Santa Monica Beach. We then stood there admiring our creation as people walked by and commented on our artwork. It was funny how many compliments we got, how many random photographers snapped photos of it, and how TWO different people’s exact words were that it would look even cooler if we “set our shoes on fire”. When things became dull, we found our own ways to have fun. To me, those types of nights are the best ones.